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LIGHT


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Light, Lightness, Lightly

Lighten up, Be the Light

Light the way, Go Lightly

Lightweight

Light up the room,

Hold the Light

Follow the light

Go to the light

Turn the light on

Turn the light off

Your inner light

Lightness of being

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Shine effortlessly

Beam joyfully

Illuminate delicately

Blaze noiselessly

Brighten Buoyantly

Radiate softly

Spark fun

Beam cheerfully

Glow frivolously

Ignite amusement

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Light, Lightness, Lightly

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What lights you up?

How do you lighten up?

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jeanne Adwani. @copyright

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I Told You I’d Be Back


EARTH DAY. 21 APRIL 2021

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Winter gives his last snowy brilliance

Decorating the Spring green in soft white fluff

Flocking the land for a final ‘I told you I’d be back’

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Sun and blue fill the morning in golden radiance

Glittering the land in a last push of winter’s silver shiver

The melt is here ready to give moist to the cold land

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Spring’s lust will not be denied for her bounty to rise

She will seed it, birth it hard to give her green to the Sun

To color the earth with each step of Persephone

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Winter gives his last glorious hooray and goodbye

The season has declared herself in the days longer

The land softening, opening to the call. She’s back

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jeanne Adwani @copyrights 2021

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Wishing Well


It was a long slow drink from the well of wishfull-ness

Where people flipped their words of want and longing

Like pennies to a fountain for dreams to come true

Down into the deep darkness where water waits to receive

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There is old loam in the rising wood bucket mixed with swill

Of a diary of many lost yesterdays spoken out loud

Echoing, bouncing on the stone and moss holding the memories

Tumbling in love, in yearning, in hopefulness as if some magic

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Comes up to be taken in from the very mouths that poured

Sentences down the old cavity that once replenished thirst

Now we hang over the edge, watch the bucket rise with

It’s murky offering needing to be brought up to the light

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To be heard, to be seen, to let the wind catch whispers

We dip our hands in to capture the word-soaked waters

Bring the smell of the wet earth mixed with stories

To our open hearts as we sip them in feeling the wishes

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Tumbled desires flowing down into us as we as vessels

Receiving it all to hold it in the living chalice of our beings

Taking it all in sacred communion of mythic proportions

Remembering it all, knowing it all, wishing it all well

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jeanne adwani@ copyright

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Circle and Line


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Circles and Lines, patterns of spirals

angles and curves what about it all matters

In circle we connect, we unite, we commune

In lines we declare focus matter of facts

Straight forward or backwards in maybe

we make what happens to happen like that

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The way of the line can feel lonely

Line can get things done, get on the track

Alone on the line manifesting this and that

Circle can jabber and keep circling back

Till brilliance is coherent and ready

Not the slim line to walk take the broad path

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Lines and circles can be distorted

Jagged sharp or wandering curves

Coherence needs unity in community

For the Line to make things happen to procure

Are you a line or circle, are you soft or a knife?

Will you join in the brainstorm or spare with life?

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Sooner or later maybe tomorrow next week

The circle will gather to meet in retreat

Call the line to get busy, to ready, get things done

One needs the other, the other needs one

No right or wrong be it circle or line

There is us in the We, we all need to get life as One

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Jeanne adwani. @copyright

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Mother’s Habit


Mom and Me, 1996ish

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When she was thinking, seeking clarity

She softly squinted her brown eyes

like she was far away from the moment

Taking her right hand, lifting it to her nose

placing the top side of her pointy finger

beneath her nose in repose.

With her middle finger in an

exaggerated caress, steadily,

at times vigorously, or very slowly,

she would pet the bridge of her nose

down and past the soft bulb of it

in an easy steady slide, meeting

with a flick of her finger at the end then

tapping the back of her index finger.

Repeating this motion many times

in a variety of rhythmic beats even

when clarity seemed to have found her.

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It was a charming and odd way to ponder

to this child’s mind even into adulthood,

seeking the deeper meaning of the ways of life,

if that was indeed what she was doing.

It was necessary to copy it, to see

what it felt like to be like her, to do it.

Was there magic in it, and did clarity

actually knock on her mind and give it?

I found it comforting to do it, relaxing.

Practicing the various ways of the

caress, the pet, the quick and slow

slides down my nose with that

generous flick at the end.

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Decades passed and it became an artifact

of my mother that I thought I had forgotten.

Put it away in my heart with her death and

the many other quirks and foible treasures

to be pulled up and out in remembrance.

And this one idiosyncrasy brought to

my attention by a loved one.

“You’re just like you mother.

That nose thing she did.

How she pets it when she was sitting

quietly thinking,  you do that too”.

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jeanne adwani@copyright april 2021

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GIVE IT TO KALI


KALI MA

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Give it to Kali, she’ll eat it.  She’s famished

Take all that shit that doesn’t serve your life.

the people, the job, the hoard. that negativity

Give it to Her, Give it to Kali’s belly

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She’s hungry, she can’t wait to eat it

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Rid yourself of all that wants take your sovereignty

All that wants to suck your goodness away

Everything that you let break your good flow

Give it to Kali, give it to her completely

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She’s so hungry for it, she cannot wait to eat it

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Look at her, she’s quivering with desire

She loves the rot and stench of your stink

Of all that you have gathered that smells

up your life with toxic dissidence

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She’s beside herself with craving for it

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She cannot wait to eat it up, gobble it down

Smack her lips with unabashed delight

It slithers down her throat in orgasmic pleasure

Give your shit to her, All of it, Hold nothing back

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She’s so very hungry. Feed Her!

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She will come for it if you don’t release it

She will eat it up whether you are ready or not

She knows that for your creativity to flourish

For your goodness to be alive and purposeful

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She wants to take all your malignant puss and eat it

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Give it to her. Not later on, Not tomorrow. Now!

Your life is a cesspool with that stuff you drag around

Let her drag it.  Let her take it and destroy it for you

Hell, She wants too.  Look how ready she is.  Drooling

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She’s ready.  Writhingly. Undulating with hunger

Give it to Her.  Give it to Kali.  She’ll eat it

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jeanne adwani. @Copyright. 2021

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Into The Fire


3/5/3/3/7/5. Shadorma 26 syllables

This is poetry form taken as a prompt from the NaPoWriMo.net website for todays poem

artist unknown to me.

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Into the Fire

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There is no

dousing the fire

when it all

needs to burn

fan the flame of destruction

what is done is done

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Make sacred

the empty land of

blackened waste

an altar to new beginnings

the phoenix rises

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Jeanne adwani  @copyright 2021

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Anointed


Magdalene anointing.

Nail Love and compassion on the cross of your righteousness

Swing high for all to see how right you are in that self-proclamation

Sponge the water of life on the dry mouth silence of your transgressions

Declare death to differences and censor the voices of conspiracy

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Holy of Wholy lost to hearts closed to tenderness forgetting Oneness

The beggars and thieves know well how power over serves no one

Hanging as a trinity at the crossroads of possibilities pondering

Choice that comes from the heart, not the evitability of this death

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For death is guaranteed no matter the road taken on life’s journey

No matter what you nail yourself to for your offences against yourself

In the dark cave of your resurrection the Magdalene anoints you in love

Caresses your heart in compassion, in the remembrance of your Oneness

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Reborn again in the light of tenderness as you take the path holding

The hand of she/he who you feared, now your beloved walking together

Free of the fear that bound you to separation and extinction.

Held in the anointment of this now moment of love everlasting.

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Jeanne Adwani. copyright. April 4th 2021

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Lost in LaLa Land


LOST IN LaLa LAND,  A Hollywood memoir 1978’

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Sunset Strip lay raw and naked in the early hours

Hollywood had had a bite of my soul in the dark night

Such a quiet unseen brutal take of self-given willingly

Overtaken by the false comfort of drugs and booze

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The pickup of idle chat moved to hungry lust imbibing

A perfect storm of Ferrari, and handsome bundled up

Danger hung in dripping stalactites over the bed

Yet unruffled as we sat on its edges before the long fall

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 Carelessly, in Mr. GoodBar style, hunting dark mysteries

Swallowing the soft kiss deeper into my body waking

The edge ever so close for the wild jump risk of life

The tilt of the room, the wonder on his beautiful face

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The roll of my inner storm, clouds bursting in torrent rain

Every tear that had been unshed flooded the room

Every want and wound soaked the walls, pooled the bed

Drowning was the best way to go as the vortex pull me under

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Memory has no straight line, no sureness to how tenderness

Found the moment in the gentle arms of a stranger’s hold

Petted like a lost child found with comforting words of

“You’ll be already, You’ll be OK.”  in repeat kindness

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Sunset Strip lay raw and naked before me as I walked it

Finding my way to my car alone unaided by my request

He gifted me with a gentleness I took to be time now

Soul healing needed a body temple safe and free.

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I packed the VW bus with my life quaking like this land

Filled it with myself and the surrender to find myself

Taking my salty tears to the ocean to be swallowed by the tides

Barefoot in the sand the land heals the soul of me

~. jeanne adwani. copyrights

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MoonFlower


There is a sweet blossom melody

It lingers on the edge of this morning

After a crescent moon bath of scent

in the blue-black sky during dreamland

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Open still in this cool awakening from

The summers days full of wet heat

gardens limp in the cry for raindrops

And the glory of datura opens to the night

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Gives her full moon unfolding to the darkness

Stirring the shadows to her intoxication

With whispering promises of glory in twilight

To be remembered when dawn cracks open

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And Sun spreads light on her wilting magic

Radiance takes her life in slow droops

Radiance takes her perfume back to the earth

Quiet now, still as a new moon sky twinkling

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She closes her white velvet life to the morning

In the wrap of a mother protecting her seed

Rest comes in busy prepare of prickly pod

Daring you to snatch her children in day bright

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For hundreds of melodies wait to be born

A symphony of night blossoms in full bloom

On a clear summer night next July inhaling

Again the fullness held within those seeds

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`copyright. jeanne adwani

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